Word of Creation

In the beginning there was naught but a swirling miasma of mana
And from whence the mana moved came notes of sound
These notes blended together to form a song, at once great and soft, powerful and heartfelt, noble and kind
This song rose and filled the space around it, and the mana moved with it, converging upon itself
And with the crescendo of the song, the melody of life stilled, and HE was there
HE came to himself, and reveled in the song of the universe
But in time, HE came to despair for the universe was but a vast and empty space
HE had come from the notes of nature, but they could not create any more
So HE decided to help.
HE closed his eyes and blanked his mind, calling about HIM the power of the mana from whence HE had arisen
HE took the power of the place and built a structure into it, creating a conduit for HIS loneliness
HE opened his eyes, and in his hands HE held a vast and majestic harp
Plucking the strings produced an echoing call, filled with longing
And thus HIS harp was done, and so HE composed the music
The song would be of four movements
The first, fast and full of life and voice, echoed and pooled in the void
The pools drew in on themselves, and thus were born the pantheon of gods
Each god had their own voice, distinct in feeling and tone
Twelve of the voices were stronger than the rest,
These would become the Elder Gods
The rest of the gods did not pale before them, however,
Each voice joined together to form the perfect harmony, complementing one another perfectly
And so the first movement came to an end.
But having companions did little to fulfill HIM, he knew there was more that was needed
So HE composed the second movement, slow and full of power
For HE and his companions needed a land of their own, over which to hold dominion
And with each slow note the mana around the gods came to one point, swirling larger and larger
And the mana coalesced into an orb, and so did the notes carve valleys, build mountains, and fill oceans, lakes, and rivers
And thus was made the world of Arcadia, and so ended the second movement
The third movement was as of a dance, compelling the gods to move about the planet
And so they came to love it, and they each chose for themselves dominions of power, working together to complete the world
They spun the mana into trees and plants, rocks and caverns, they created fire and storm, ice and snow they gave direction to the rivers, guiding their creation until Arcadia was completed, shining and beautiful
Thus ended the third movement
But HE saw the green fields and the wide lakes, the oceans and the mountains, and judged them yet lacking
So HE plucked upon his harp, faster than ever, and the voices of the gods soon joined HIM in the culmination of his symphony
Mana rushed over the surface of the world, scurrying here and there, and as it went it created life
And so happened the convergence, and the races were created
And many gods chose of the creatures upon the planet who they shall favor, all but HIM, who loved all of his creations
And thus the fourth movement ended, and with it the song
And HE and his companions, the gods, looked upon their creation and so did they rejoiceArcadia_Creation_Myth.bmp

Word of Creation

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